A bright smile lit up Brigid's face like a sunrise cracking through stormy skies.
"Oh my GOSH—! (✧ω✧)"
She squealed as she waved with both hands and skipped toward the group.
"Irina? Wait, no way! I haven't seen you since my school came for that excursion to Russia—wooaaah, girl! How've you been?!"
Her voice was bubbly, melodic even, with a bounce that made people turn. And yet, she wasn't faking it—Brigid genuinely looked thrilled. Like a puppy that just spotted its old friend across a busy street.
Then she blinked owlishly as she craned her head around dramatically.
"Wait, if you're here… does that mean River and Willow are here too—?!"
Now her excitement had literally doubled.
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging like mad.
However, Irina wasn't wagging anything.
She crossed her arms tightly, gave Brigid a tired look, and muttered like someone who'd tasted sour gum—
"What do I care about those royal brats…"
